"You could see, if you had eyes to your head, that your sister wa'n't strong enough to lift that kettle off, and was dippin' it up so's to make it lighter, an' the stew 'most burnin' on." Jerome made no response.

He sniffed hungrily at the savory steam arising from the kettle.

"What is it ?" he asked his sister, who stooped over the kettle sitting on the hearth, and plunged in again the long-handled tin dipper.
Mrs.Edwards never allowed any one to answer a question when she could do it herself.

"It's a parsnip stew," said she, sharply.
"Elmira dug some up in the old garden-patch, where we thought they were dead.

I put in a piece of pork, when I'd ought to have saved it.
It's good 'nough for anybody, I don't care who 'tis, if it's Doctor Prescott, or Squire Merritt, or the minister.